She headed down.I had a vision. Making it flesh became the problem. I looked forward to the conversation about our play or performance as we called it...as soon as I got home. The epiphany had reinvigorated my interest. Unfortunately, the princess expressed less enthusiasm."Were you stoned?" she had asked during our first meeting after Europe, meaning on marijuana. I told her I hadn't been. "But what can we do with it? How can it make it better?" I explained it gave us a context. The cutting edge. Her dress perfectly fits on her curves and a slight hint of her cleavage was enough to say that she had petite and juicy breasts. The lift stopped on the ground floor and she walked away as I noticed her behind. Her ass was perfectly shaped. They swung as she walked away.I did not get a chance to see her for a few days. Nor I had the courage to go to the Third floor. I was afraid that if anyone finds out I am interested in a girl of my own society then they may throw me out as you know how. The Edenites themselves, she knew, had been swabbing themselves down with dampened cloths, fronds and other materials, and had even tried to do the same for their tamed beasts, but it had been at best a makeshift substitute.My God, it must have been terribly unpleasant for them, she thought. Uncomfortable, too. And smelly. If Edenites have a sense of smell. I wonder do they? Amanda's never said, and it's not in the literature. Maybe they don't. I haven't smelled anything, but I'm not sure if I. Her weak breaths betrayed the strong pulse. One of his men bent down and started to tear at her clothing, but before he could ruin her modesty Valour roared to the man and ordered him to leave the girl be. The man, his healer Olar looked perplexed, watching the captain with strange eyes. ‘Captain, the girl needs to be unclothed of the soaked garments and I need to warm her quickly before the chill reaches her bones.’ Valour didn’t know why he stopped a man he trusted dearly, and no less.